They wandered in on top of everything and -one else and aimed their Postlethwaite pistols at, AHeM… Pete Montgomery actually. “That DAFTly old idiotic ******* imbecile with picket white fences for teeth.” He’s been cleaning the ins-and-outs of his upside-down brain again and
Aching to make himself feel —
Upside-down and Uproariously real. They’ve stuck-it-out time again and they’ve even evened the score with dirty-old-wh*res who:: just… Did not care nor dare to date a real man OF LOPSIDED UNDERSTANDING anymore. She’s
Insisting on venting and Venturing into the upside-down unknown (again) and she really hopes that, THIS TIME, he will == entitle wayward eyes back to strife. “Because he can do that particular thing, and he can exactly hurt the exact same people with insanely suggestive minds IF HE HAS TO.”
They shudder at the thought of another upside-down person coming-to-cause it all to fall
Furiously Back toGeThEr actually. “And if she really has the ability-WITHIN… … … even when her lacklustre eyes are crying and her background-of-mind is dying… “to still instil this ComediC sense of upside-down intelligence then —
Let’s let her have it all, and let’s let her act as ******* passionately and damn-BLASTED intelligent and unMARRED AS ANY UNCATCHABLE MASTERpiece Gets to be.” She’s overeager and she doesn’t really have to try for prying eyes to fall
Furiously inside — “of her INSTANTANEOUSLY INVISIBLE albeit outlandishly viABLE transformation of the century, Baby!”
If this is how gold-dust must bury itself to survive then she’s strived
Earthbound: “a million miles.”
